Monday, July 21, 2014

The incog silences of green

I trusted the incog silences of green
to tell the story of how our lives
were interwoven
much before this encounter.

There was nothing about it in the sky,
this which draws us close,
they weren't our names
written on the tree trunks.

Still I find you where the sky begins,
you find me where the chaos ends.
You see, there is a line of ants
that collects our pieces together

with the fallen leaves.
Whoever crosses a forest
carrying someone else's heart to a secure place
has the right to the sun in the clearing.

(The incog silences of green is the title of one of my photo projects that can be seen here)
(Shared with The Real Toads)

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Safe distance

History teaches me that
before we get too close
you will beat the retreat.

Before your dagger
touches my neck
and you're forced to

either look me in the eyes
or slit my throat
you will choose to

keep a safe distance.

Friday, July 11, 2014


I wait within your silence
and replicate the emptiness
you left around.

I'm no longer afraid
of walking on my own shoes
through the darkness

or not knowing if
you'll ever be there for me
near or far or one day.

We are lucky to have been
a laughter,
a word,
a risk

to each other
for a day,
a year,

or the persistence
of what we called

Eu espero no teu silêncio
e replico o imenso vazio
já não tenho medo

nem de caminhar com os meus
próprios pés no escuro
nem de não sabê-lo

longe ou perto ou nunca.
O que houve foi a sorte
de ter sido

por um dia, 
um ano
ou a duração de um infinito

uma risada,
uma palavra,
um risco.